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Hollywood Mom

Having a Hollywood Mom isn't always the fairytale most think it is. I know because I have one. I am her greatest secret, because the prim and proper public perception of her doesn't allow for a bastard son. The fact that she had me in her teens would flaw the image. I am always "little b*****r". I have my place in the lie, but it does have advantages. I am Carlton, baby b*****r of "Darla Shore". I live with Grand Mother/Mom. She trained me well on all aspects of keeping the secret. We live in Bakersfield, Ca far from our native Kentucky. Our charade holds without question. I am 20, Darla is only 34 and Grand Mother Ida Mae is 50. Ida is plump with normal middle age spread. She carries herself well, dresses well and has an eye catching shape. She is a salt and pepper brunette. Her face framed by a band of natural white tresses, surrounding deep aqua green eyes that sparkle. Many suitors chase her, a few lovers are kept at a distance. They are young, old, male a few females. I must admit, I'm among them. We started when she noticed girls began to catch my attention. They were hard to ignore, as they went all out with their intentions. Even their mothers tried to influence me. But Ida stepped in pointing out the reality that most were there not for me, but hoping to gain an access to Darla. Ida noticed me in my early teens, watching Kim who was my age, blond, heavily budding breast, thin legged, with a slack ass. Her skirts were always too tight and short, tops too little and ...

... Ida could tell she had been coached to showoff. Kim was always the perfect young girl around grown ups and a flirty, flaunting flasher when she thought she wasn't being observed. She bent over, rolled around, gaped her legs and never wore a bra. Her little girl panties, were not. She wore sheer thongs or bikini panties of contrasting color to her skirts. Ida was certain that I had seen her pussy. I had, it was a flat, thin lipped, nearly hairless and forward sitting. Someone was using it. I could tell by the constantly open hole with meaty bits showing, at the very bottom. Twice i had seen her actual asshole. It was well worn, deep brown and thickly budded outward. Her tits pushed forward like half an orange with still inverted nipples. I hadn't touched but she was on my list. Ida worked me with a slight change of dressing. Less pant suits or pant wear of any type. From cloth joggers to spandex. After hours, her bra disappeared, slips under clothing disappeared. She bent more, reached more and carelessly sat more. Several times, I'm sure she caught me staring improperly. By this time, I had seen her various style of panties. The crotch puffed with hair. Suddenly she started to wear, high cut bikini style constantly. The crotch piece covered her slit leaving much hair exposed at the leg opening. I sat on the floor one night, playing cards on the coffee table with her. She had on tight, red linen skirt taut over her knees. Each time she leaned forward for another card, her knees ...